The status of any functioning ordnance or vehicles wasn't Bobbi's focus, but the unit in charge did keep her abreast of when anything came online that might be of some use and so far they had been frustratingly quiet. Mostly, she had copters hauling garbage out of city centres, and that was about it. Most of the roads still weren't passable at this stage, so anything on more than two wheels on the ground was at a standstill. That didn't mean S.H.I.E.L.D. was her only option, as much as she didn't like it. "Hammer donated his Sentinels for the heavy lifting and they have acceptably advanced environmental scanners. They could be checking for heat fluctuations as far down as 90 feet as they do walkovers, which could limit personnel canvasing to Lexington and the 191st and..." Bobbi offered, trailing off thoughtfully as she explored her map, trying to remember any other long platform treks. Not a lot of the tunnels went anywhere past 100 feet, anyway. That still put them in Hammer's pocket and relying on his faulty tech, which she would keep her lips sealed about until the Director had anything he wanted to say about it. This wasn't the time, after all, to get picky and maybe if they played at being friends, he wouldn't go running his mouth about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s general poor handling of the situation, what might have led to the helicarrier's crash, and the circumstances under which the cure was found.